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"Stop! Please! What did I ever do to deserve this?!" The sobs of pain and terror grew louder and louder as the the hot iron rod was pressed against her bare skin. There would usually be thick fur covering it, but the fur was gone. She had nothing to protect her, they had removed her armor and her parents had just been brutally murdered before her. The young bunny couldn't hear or see, as they had covered her ears and eyes up. She could only feel. The iron rod left her skin, and she could hear muffled doors opening and shouting. 'Perhaps help is here,' she thought to herself. 'I'm free!' But only a few seconds after, the rod came back. So did the tears and the pain.
The bunny woke up in a cold sweat, her light green eyes wide open and fearful. Her paws were grasping the old blanket wrapped around her, her claws digging into the worn cloth. 'Again. It happened again.' she thought. It was the third, maybe the forth time it had happened that week. A vivid nightmare repeating what she had gone through as a child.